IN REMEMBRANCE 

of the Boys who Fought to Maintain One 
Flag, One Country and One People 



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1861 to 1865 




We ate the boys in blue, 
Who fouglit and bled foz you. 



A. J. ROBINSON 

Company E, 33d Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry 




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Memorandum and Anecdotes 
of the Civil War 



1862 to 1865 



By ARTHUR J. ROBINSON 

Co. E. 33 Reg. Wis. Vols. 



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By A. J. ROBINSON 



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ARTHUR J. ROBINSON 

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PREFACE. 

Dear Keaders : In writing this little book, I have endeav- 
ored to make it as interesting as possible without any false 
coloring. It is made up from a memorandum that I kept during 
my service of three years in the Civil War, and is an accurate 
description of the marches and campaigns in which I w^as a 
participant. 

I have enlarged from memory, brought vividly to mind in 
perusing my memoranda, and have related anecdotes that act- 
ually came under my observation. I now submit it to your 
perusal, hoping that it may meet with your approbation. I am 

Most respectfully yours, 

ARTHUR J. ROBINSON, 
Co. E, 33d Reg. Wis. Vols. 



CHAPTER I. 
BioGRArnY OF Boyhood Life. 

On the morning of the 25th of March, 1845, I was nshered into this 
world, as I have often been informed by my dear mother, who ought 
to know, and in whom I have always had great confidence and respect. 
It was a cold, blusterous March morning. Father had started out for 
the doctor, first going to a near neighbor's, a Mrs. Osburn, and pro- 
curing her service until he should return. The doctor lived in the 
village of Black River, Wood County, Ohio, a distance of about four 
miles, which distance father had to walk, making a delay of several 
hours in his return. 

On father's return, accompanied by the doctor, I was presented to 
my father by Mrs. Osburn with the ejaculation, "Nort, it's a boy!" 
Well, there was considerable confusion and bustle for several minutes. 
I was weighed with the old-fashioned balance and broke the beam at 
eight pounds avoirdupois. 

The doctor had attended to my mother, matters had quieted down 
to normal conditions, and I, the first born, a boy, was peacefully slum- 
bering on my dear mother's breast. The doctor had taken his departure 
for the village and announced my arrival to the editor of the Black River 
Eagle, and the news was heralded to its readers: "Born — A boy, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Andrew Norton Robinson. Father and mother both doing 
well." I was a healthy, hardy lad at eight years, when father con- 
cluded to move to Sevill, Medina County, Ohio, where father worked at 
his trade as a carpenter and I was entered at school. 

In the intervening years there were two brothers born, Hiram N., 
two years younger than I, and Edgar L., five years my junior. With 
three healthy, hardy lads, mother was taxed to her full strength and 
was failing in health and father was forced to seek another climate for 
the benefit of mother and place his boys where they could assist him 
in the struggle for the support of his family. In March, 1855, we 
moved to Wisconsin, first locating at Hartford, where we remained one 
year; then moved to Orfordville, Rock County, where we lived con- 
tinuously until the breaking out of the Civil War. 

Mother had improved in health and there had been two other addi- 
tions to the family — two sisters, Estella, born 1857, and Lottie, born 



1859. Father had rented a farm in the spring of 1857, and I, a boy of 13 
years of age, was made a full hand and did the greater part of the 
spring work, while father worked at his trade. We followed farming 
until the spring of 1859, when I was hired out to a Mr. Lamont on a 
farm and father worked at his trade. We worked until the spring of 
1861, when the war agitation was rife and the country enthused with 
patriotism. In April, 1861, father enlisted in the 7th Wisconsin Volun- 
teers, of which regiment his brother, W, W. Robinson, was lieutenant- 
colonel, and father was appointed quartermaster-sergeant. Father re- 
mained with his regiment until May, 1862, when he was sent home on 
recruiting service, after being ruptured by a fall from his horse at the 
battle of Bull Run. He remained in Wisconsin until about the middle 
of June, when he returned to his regiment, and in July was discharged 
for disability and returned home. I, the eldest son, had been the main- 
stay of the family during father's absence in the army. Brother Hiram 
had caused mother considerable anxiety, and in July had run away and 
enlisted. He was then only 14 years old, but large for his age. He 
had declared his age to be 18 and had passed muster and was assigned 
to the 13th Regiment Wisconsin Volunteers and was about ready to be 
sent to the regiment when father returned and took him out. 

On August 13th, 1862, Hiram ran away ag'ain and enlisted the 
second time. Father was put to a stress to decide what to do, and as I 
had been begging him to allow me to enlist, he had finally concluded 
that it would be best to allow me to go with Hiram. On the morning 
of the 15th of August, 1862, I walked to Janesville, a distance of twelve 
miles, and enlisted in the same company with Hiram. Father coming 
in on the following Saturday and signing papers giving his consent, we 
were both mustered into the United States Army as full-fledged soldiers. 

My dear readers, the preceding pages are a biography of my early 
life up to the time of my enlistment in the army, and are recorded to 
give the reader some idea of the circumstances and conditions causing 
my enlistment, and I will now leave it to the reader to derive his 
own conclusion whether it was a pure motive of patriotism or a boy's 
desire for adventure that I left a comfortable home and a fond mother's 
care to enter the service for three long years. 



CHAPTER II. 

Company and Regimental Organization. 

I have stated in the preceding chapter that Brother Hiram and I had 
enlisted and were sworn into the United States Army on the 15th day 

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of August, 1862, at Janesville, Wisconsin. We remained at Janesville 
until the 1st of Sei)tember and during that time our company was 
recruited to 100 men, or "boys," I should have said, as our company 
was nearly all boys under the age of 20 years. On the 20th of August 
we elected our company officers: 

Captain — Ira Miltimor. 

First Lieutenant — Henry Swift. 

Second Lieutenant — P. H. Swift. 

First Sergeant — Henry B. Cornell. 

Second Sergeant — C. B. Cook. 

Third Sergeant — H. E. Squares. 

Fourth Sergeant — Thomas Quigley. 

This election constituted our company organization. 

There were eight corporals chosen, and my brother, Hiram, was 
the eighth, but it was only for a short time he retained his shivolets, 
as he was always into some mischief, for which he was reprimanded. 

We were now fully organized as a company. On the 1st of Septem- 
ber we were transported to Camp Utley, Racine, Wis., on the shore of 
Lake Michigan, where we were joined by other companies and organized 
into a regiment of 1,000 men, consisting of ten companies, and receiving 
our letter, E Co., 33rd Regiment Wisconsin Volunteers. We remained 
at Camp Utley for one month, going on regimental drill and daily 
routine of camp duty. We drew our uniforms the first week we were 
at Camp Utley. No guns; doing guard duty armed with clubs and 
canes. Woe to the enemy who ventured too close, for he was in great 
danger of life and limb. 

Major Colonel Lieut. Colonel 

Orderly Adjutant 

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The preceding diagram is a representation of our regimental forma- 
tion in line of battle. 

Our regimental officers were as follows: 
Colonel — J. B. Moore. 
Lieutenant-Colonel — F. S. Lovel, 
Major — H. H. Virgin. 
Adjutant — Wm. Warner. 
Quartermaster — J. W. Nickols. 
Surgeon — J. B. Whiting. 
First Assistant Surgeon — C. R. Blakall. 
Second Assistant Surgeon — D. W. Carley. 
Chaplain — A. A. Overton. 



On the 2d of October, 1862, we received orders to pack knapsacks 
and be ready to march to the depot at 10 A. M., where we were loaded 
on freight cars bound for Cairo, til., arriving at Cairo the morning of 
the 3rd, where there was the White Cloud, a Mississippi transport, 
awaiting us, and on which we were embarked and floating down the 
river at 8 A. M. Arriving at Memphis Tenn., the morning of the 8th, 
we disembarked and marched out to the south suburbs of the city and 
camped in an old cotton field, without shelter or arms, in the enemy's 
country, with nothing to protect us from an attack. We dear little boys, 
away from home and mothers' care, were destined to put in one night 
at least on the cold, cold ground, with nothing to protect us but our 
blankets and rubber ponchos and the canopy of heaven. 

On the morning of the 9th we were awakened by the sound of the 
reveille and lined up for roll call, to which we answered as our respec- 
tive names were called, by "Here!" After roll call we were busily 
engaged in preparing our breakfast, which was the first meal that each 
individually had prepared since our enlistment. Our meals had formerly 
been served by a company cook, and there were some very amusing 
circumstances during our morning repast. 

After our breakfast the orderly serg'eant came around, making the 
detail for camp guard, and also a fatigue squad, to which Charles Steel, 
Ruf Stafford and I were selected, with Corporal Clifford in charge, to 
report at headquarters at 8 A. M. We were marched to the adjutant's 
tent and there were lined up with a like detail from each company, 
when we were instructed by the adjutant to report to the quartermaster 
at the city wharf, where we were marched and set at work unloading a 
boatload of camp equipage, tents, guns and ammunition, and loading 
them into our regimental wagons, to be hauled to our camp. 

When we arrived at our camp at noon there had been quite a change. 
Our new bell tents had been raised in company rows of twelve tents to 
each company and two wall tents for company officers, forming a white 
city. We were issued our guns and forty rounds of ammunition. Our 
guns were the long Enfield rifle, and with cartridge box and belts, 
bayonet and scabbard, weighed twelve pounds. 

At 4 o'clock that afternoon we were ordered out for regimental drill 
and parade with full equipment, and from that time on were drilled 
twice a day while we remained in Memphis. We were now organized in 
regular military form and put through a rigid drill of arms and general 
camp duty. Our company was divided into twelve messes of eight men 
to a tent, and we paired off in bunkmates to suit our own choice. 

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On the 12th of October, 1862, I was detailed for the first time on 
regular picket duty and placed out as sentinel on the outside line, and 
I vividly remember that night. We were on the main pike road to 
Holly Springs in an oak forest, perhaps a mile from our camp. My 
turn came for outpost at 10 P. M. to 12 M. It had rained all day and 
the night was very dark. I had a beat of about 200 yards to walk and 
pass the word to comrades on adjoining beats, "Who comes there?" 
Answer, "All is well." We could scarcely see the form of a man ten 
steps distant. I was making my return to the road to my right when 
I saw the form of an animal I took to be a horse coming in on the road. 
I commanded "Halt!" It paid no attention. My next command was 
"Halt! Who comes there?" cocking my gun at the same time, but the 
object still came on, and another showed up in the rear. I fired with 
the third command and brought down the leading object, and there was 
a scurry through the woods of several sounds on the run. I reloaded 
before I advanced on my prey and walked up stealthily at bayonet 
charge upon my enemy. To my surprise, I found I had killed a calf. 

I had an attack of the buck ague all the balance of my two-hour 
stand, and I was the jest of the camp the next day. 

We remained at Memphis until the 20th of November, 1862, and 
during the time were put through a thorough drill of arms and were 
organized in brigade of four regiments, as follows: 33d Wisconsin 
Infantry, 3d Iowa Infantry, 44th Illinois Infantry, 41st Missouri In- 
fantry. Our brigade commander was A. J. Smith, then brigadier- 
general. 

The three regiments we were brigaded with had been through the 
campaign with General Grant at Pittsburg Landing and Shiloh and had 
been badly cut up. They were sent to Memphis to garrison until they 
were recruited and reorganized. They were greatly put out to think 
they should be reorganized with a regiment of new, inexperienced men, 
and we were the butt of ridicule with them for some time and until our 
first engagement in battle, when the tide was turned and we were all 
great friends thereafter. 

The garrison of Memphis was in command of General Washburn 
during our stay, and the old regiments did not like him. They thought 
him a coward, as General Forest had raided in to Memphis and drove 
them to cover of the fort but a few days previous to our arrival. There 
was but a small garrison at that time, of new troops principally, and 
Forest was making his raids frequent to cut off Grant's supplies while 
on the campaign through Mississippi. 

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CHAPTER III. 
Our First Campaign. 

On the 20th of November, 1862, we received orders to strike camp 
and be ready to march by 7 A. M. We were issued ten days' rations 
and sixty rounds of cartridges, which meant there was something doing. 
We were all ready and waiting' orders. The boys had loaded themselves 
down with goods from home and nearly all had supplied themselves 
with heavy shoes or boots and were wearing them instead of the army 
shoe. Sergeant Cook had been in the regular army and had experience 
in marching. When he saw the boys were discarding the army shoe, he 
said with his Irish wit: "Me boys, let me give ye a bit of advice. Throw 
away thim boots and put on thim army stogies and ye'll be thankin' the 
old man before the day is done." 

We were delayed until 10 A. M., when the order came to march. 
There were two brigades and a four-gun battery of 12-pound Howitzers, 
1st mountain battery, M, and a battalion of cavalry in the command. 
We marched out on the Hernando road, camping the first night about 
20 miles out from Memphis in a cornfield. It was raining when we 
went into camp and dark. There was a ten-rail fence around the field, 
and in a very few minutes we had large fires of pine rails throughout 
the camp. 

The boys were busy making coffee in a cup held over the blaze; also 
frying their bacon on bayonet or ramrod. We had not been in camp 
but a short time when I was detailed for picket duty and with a squad 
of 100 from our regiment was marched out a mile south of camp. But 
quite different were the arrangements to those we had formerly gone 
through. The sentry was placed stationary every sixty steps and our 
orders were to watch closely in our front and to call "Halt!" to the least 
sound, and at second command to shoot, taking no chances from the 
front of our line. It seemed that we were in close proximity to the 
enemy by the precautions taken. 

My dear readers, you may imagine the thoughts of a boy in his 
seventeenth year, standing a lonely sentry on a bleak, wet night, with 
the enemy within a rifle shot of his post, and in fact a skirmish line 
in the early morning, when we exchanged shots, and the bark chipped 
from the tree at my ear, which was my only shelter. This was my 
experience the second day after our leaving Memphis, and the morning 
of the 21st of November we were in pursuit of a detachment of Forest's 
• army and drove them into their breastworks at Coldwater, where we 
had the river between us and they in a fortified camp. We had proved 
our mettle in the fight at Coldwater and won the cheers of our old 

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battle-scarred comrade of our brigade. But we had lost five noble 
officers. Our first lieutenant, Henry Swift, was killed in the first 
volley. Captain Lindsly, of Company H, and three of Company A were 
also killed, and there were 17 wounded in the regiment. 

That evening we were marched back about four miles north of 
Coldwater and went into camp on a large cotton plantation. It was 
raining hard and we were without tents. There was a large cotton gin 
and negro quarters and outbuildings, which the boys used for shelter. 
I found a small bin filled nearly full of field peas, in which Stafford 
and I made our bed, and we were not slow to investigate our find, and 
the next morning we had a fine pot of the peas prepared for our break- 
fast. When we were called by reveille that morning and lined up for 
roll call, it was with sad thoughts of our loss of the previous evening. 
Instead of the cheerful greeting of our first in command, we were 
greeted by our second lieutenant, P. H. Swift, a brother, so filled with 
emotion that he could not give the commands, but broke down with 
grief. There were tears in every eye of that company, for we had all 
learned to love Henry Swift. 

P. H. Swift proved his equal and was made our captain shortly after 
that campaign. Our old captain, Miltimor, had shown the white 
feather and was terribly sick with gout the morning of the fight, had 
gone to the ambulance train, and on our return to Memphis we asked 
him to resign by a vote of the company. 

Captain Miltimor returned to Memphis with the remains of Lieu- 
tenant Swift, and P. H. Swift was in command of the company from 
that time on through our entire service. 

Here I must relate a laughable incident. As I have previously 
stated, a portion of our company had occupied the cotton gin during 
the night, my brother among the rest. 'They had slept in "their wet 
clothes in the lint room and when they came out in the morning 
they had a fleece of white which they found would not rub off. I 
leave it with the reader to imagine their plight and appearance for 
several days. 

I will also give here a description of the plantation before I continue 
our march, so that you may have some idea of the Southern country of 
that date and the crude machinery and farm implements in use. Our 
camp was on one of the largest plantations in southern Tennessee. 
There were about 400 acres in cultivation. The planter's house was on 
high ground about the center of the plantation and was a large frame 
two-story house with a large, spacious hall through the center. The 
ground floor, 48x30 feet, a living room 18x18, kitchen 12x18, parlor 
18x18 and bedroom 12x18 on opposite sides of the hall, with a large 

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open fireplace in each room. The upper story was divided into four 
bedrooms with hall, all rooms opening into the hall. The negro quar- 
ters were about 20 rods from the mansion and were a row of log 
cabins. There were thirty of them and they were surrounded by a 
high stockade of sharp pickets set in the ground. A large iron gate was 
at the entrance, which was locked securely every night by the overseer, 
whose quarters were close by the gate. At the overseer's cabin there 
was a large bell on a post twelve feet high, which was used to call the 
negroes to the work and their meals. 

The stock corrals were close by, with cribs or troughs through the 
center of the corral for feeding, but no shelter or shed, and a short 
distance from this corral were the corncribs and gin house. The gin 
house was a building 40x40 feet, raised on pillars or posts ten feet 
high, supported by truss beams, giving space for the power under the 
gin house. This power was a large four-sweep wheel made of wood, 
with wooden cogs adjusted to a pinion that drove the belt wheel above 
that attached to the gin-head. The gin house is partitioned into three 
rooms, one for the reception of the cotton as it came from the field and 
in which the gin-head stands, the other two, a lint room and a press 
room. The press is a pit or case 3x4x8 feet deep in which the cotton 
is tramped until full by two negroes. Then it is compressed by a large 
wooden screw from a truss above, which is also turned by hand levers 
by the two negroes until it is one-half the size, or 3x4x4 feet, making 
a bale that would weigh about 500 pounds, which is encased in sacking 
and bound with iron hoops before taken out of the press. 

The tools used on the plantation were of the old, ancient style and 
clumsy and heavy to handle. The plows had wooden moldboards or 
what was styled a bulltung plow. The stock used was principally 
the mule and was used single to plow. The harness used was a shuck 
collar, wooden hames and chain tug, with a piece of sacking across the 
back of the mule to hold the chains at its side, with rope line and bridle, 
which were all manufactured by the negroes or slaves. 

The foregoing is a true description of the plantations throughout 
Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia at the time of the Civil 
War, and the description of the plantation is that of the wealthiest and 
largest in the country. 



CHAPTER IV. 

The morning of the 22d of October, 1862, the sun rose clear and 
bright and by 7 A. M. we were on the march on the Hernando road, with 
the cavalry deployed on our front, exchanging shots occasionally with 

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the enemy. Forest had evacuated Coldwater during the night and had 
moved toward Tupalo, Mississippi, to intercept our progress there, and 
had also sent a troop to our rear that made a charge on our right flank 
and cut through our train at Carmango about 11 A. M. Our regiment 
was rear guard and we were thrown in line and charged on them, 
repulsing them, taking 20 prisoners and a stand of colors they had left 
in their flight. Corporal Clifford was wounded here. There were five 
wounded in the regiment. 

The evening of the 22d we camped on the south slope of Red 
Mound and on the morning of the 23d we were surrounded by Forest's 
entire command. He fully expected to capture our entire force that day, 
but General Smith was just as determined that he should not, and 
massed our whole force at the top of the hill in readiness for their 
attack. Forest's army outnumbered us, but we had vantage ground 
which was covered by heavy timber, while they had to advance through 
open field. 

We had parked our train and were formed in hollow square around 
it. The time had passed very quiet until about 10 A. M., when the 
enemy opened fire from the north with their artillery and kept the air 
full of shells for a half hour, but most of these shells passed our lines 
and did but little damage to us. We remained quiet, holding our fire 
until they made their charge. On they came in solid column up through 
the open cornfield, and as the first column came in our range we were 
ordered up with a volley and charge bayonets, repulsing their line, and 
they turned and ran for cover of their reserve. We were ordered to lay 
flat on the ground and await their second charge. In a very few min- 
utes on came a second column, and a third following in their rear. We 
were held back until they had come nearly to the top of the hill, when 
we poured in our volley and charged, mixing in a hand-to-hand conflict, 
following them up in their retreat and routing their entire force. We 
had gained the victory with but small loss at Red Mound. Our regiment 
had seventeen wounded; our company one. Amend Rema was struck 
by a spent ball in the forehead that flattened and stuck to the skull, 
setting him crazy for several hours, but he reported back to the com- 
pany the next day with a bandage around his head and the ball as a 
pocket-piece in his purse. 

Forest had lost 400 killed, left on the field, and quite that many 
wounded. They had sent in a flag of truce and request to bury their 
dead. I passed over the field shortly after the battle and I hoped then 
to never witness another field of carnage as was fought in those four 
hours' battle of Red Mound, but it was my fate to see many others dur- 
ing my three years' service, and it is with the same feeling of awe 

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that I have written this description of the scene. We remained in 
camp on the field until the morning of the 24th, when we pursued our 
march to Tupalo, Miss., where we had another engagement with For- 
est's cavalry, but only for a short skirmish. 

We camped at Tupalo for several days, until the 2nd of December. 



CHAPTER V. 

On December 2d we were ordered to strike camp and be ready to 
march by 7 A. M.; were issued two days' rations and cartridges to fill 
our cartridge box, 40 rounds, with 20 rounds extra, and at 7 o'clock we 
were on the road, leading south-east toward Holly Springs, Miss. We 
marched probably fifteen miles that day and camped that night at 
Pleasant Valley, a large Baptist school on the Tallahatchie river. We 
had barely gone into camp when the long roll was beat and we hustled 
to our guns, when the rebel cavalry came dashing in on us, and run 
right through our camp, but with no great damage to us, only upsetting 
a few cans of coffee that had been placed on our fires, "one of Forest's 
daredevil raids." We gave them a parting volley as they passed. We 
had not stationed our pickets when they made their charge, but we gave 
them a warm reception. This was the first time we had met with such 
a surprise, and we were a lot of excited boys for a short time, a feeling 
that is hard to describe, "something like an ague shake." We soon got 
down to business again, preparing our evening meal and eating it with 
as much relish as if nothing occurred to disturb us out of the 
ordinary. On the morning of December 3d we were on the march by 
4 o'clock for Holly Springs. During the night there had been a 
dispatch by courier that Forest had captured the place and burned the 
army stores there, and was tearing up the railroad tracks. We were 
put through on a forced march and arrived at about 4 P. M., to find 
the place evacuated. They had plundered the camp and torn up about , 
two miles of railroad between Holly Springs and Grand Junction, They 
had gone in the direction of Grand Junction. Pap Thomas' cavalry 
was in hot pursuit. We camped at Holly Springs and repaired the rail- 
road and garrisoned the place. I was detailed for picket duty that night 
and nearly froze while on my post. It had turned cold, with rain. Our 
rations were about exhausted, and the track torn up. Forest had burned 
all the supplies at Holly Springs, and the country had been stripped of 
everything for miles by both the rebels and our army. 

We were put on quarter rations until supplies could be brought from 
Memphis. The morning of the 4th there was a forage train sent out 

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to procure feed for the mules. Stafford was on the detail from our mess. 
They were sent to the south of Holly Springs to a large plantation on 
the Tallahatchie. A negro had reported that the old planter had an 
abundance of corn and provender secreted, and had described the place 
as to finding everything, but would not go with the boys for fear of 
his life. There were 200 men detailed to guard the train, and they 
soon found everything as the negro had reported and came back to camp 
with a full load and plenty. Stanford was a good forager and our mess 
was well supplied with chicken, goose, yellow yams and corn cakes. We 
had gone into an old, deserted camp, and it was only a few days until 
our boys were infested with vermin and disease, which took five of our 
company in a very short time. Rufe Stafford, my bunk mate, was the 
first. Poor boy, he was taken with dysentery and died within a week 
after our arrival at Holly Springs. Charles Smith, Nat Goodwin and 
two of our Norwegian boys were all buried within twenty days. Brother 
Hiram was very sick and I feared that he would be next, but he pulled 
through, by my careful nursing. We were barely over with dysentery 
when the smallpox broke out. Joe Hall, of our company, was the first 
to come down with it. Very fortunately it did not spread in the regi- 
ment. His tent was left under quarantine and our camp was moved 
some distance and only one other of our company had been exposed, 
Brainard Rider, who remained and nursed Hall through his sickness. 
The rainy season had set in and the red clay hills of Mississippi were 
a perfect bog. There were many of the boys sick with chills and fever, 
dj^sentery or the jaundice, and there was not a day passed while we 
remained at Holly Springs that there was not some poor boy of our 
regiment buried and it cast a gloom over the whole camp. 



CHAPTER VI. 

The afternoon of December 28th at dress parade orders were read to 
strike camp in the morning, with light marching equipment, 40 rounds 
of cartridges and five days' rations, which meant to load everything in 
wagons except our roll of blankets, rations, gun and accoutrements, and 
ready to march by 7 A. M. 

There was a rousing cheer throughout camp; hats were twirled and 
sent as high as they could be thrown. Every boy was glad to get out 
of that dismal camp, no matter where. A fight with Forest was prefer- 
able to. staying at Holly Springs. We were not informed as to where 
we were to go, but the three days decided our destination, when we 
marched into Memphis and went into camp south of the fort below the 

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city and close to the Mississippi River. The impression was that we 
were to remain at Memphis for some time, and we all went to work to 
make our camp as comfortable as possible for the winter. Ground was 
cleared, our tents were raised and walled three feet, fireplaces built of 
cobblestones, mud and sticks, and in a few days we had very comfort- 
able quarters. Our time was occupied by regimental drill, picket duty 
and city patrol. 

The 9th of January it turned very cold, with snow and sleet. It was 
my misfortune to be on picket duty again, and I suffered with cold. 
The ground had frozen hard and there was about three inches of snow. 
We were not allowed any fire, only on the reserve post. The sentinel 
had to keep on the move to keep up circulation, or freeze. It was so 
cold that ice formed on the river along the bank strong enough to hold 
up a man's weight and a great many of the boys ventured out for a 
slide. It remained cold for several days, and our fireplaces were a great 
comfort. 

Captain Swift was a great hand to play pranks on the boys. 

One night when we were all enjoying our fire he had 
made up a squad and had every chimney covered with a board. 
The reader can imagine the result. A short distance from our camp 
there lived an old Irish woman who had a large flock of geese. Orval 
Rhodes, of our company, had been down to the river fishing, and in 
coming to camp passed the old woman's geese. He slipped a bait on 
his hook and trailed his line out. As he passed, Mr. Goose spied the 
bait and seized it, hook and all. The result? The goose followed Rhodes 
to camp — and also the old woman. There was a dialogue between the 
old woman and Rhodes that is not worthy of space here. Every cloud 
has a silver lining. We had our joy and sorrow, privation and amuse- 
ment, and with a camp of a thousand men you will find all classes and 
characters of humanity. Time at Memphis passed very pleasantly. 
Grant's army was coming in and were sent down the river by steamboat. 
There were also a great many new regiments arriving daily. The 48th 
Wisconsin came in and were camped only a short distance from our 
camp. They had brought lots of goodies from home and, of course, our 
boys were very friendly with them and were glad to share their sweet 
morsels with them and talk of "Home, Sweet Home." We had a beau- 
tiful camp and fine parade ground. Our streets were kept perfectly 
clean and in perfect sanitary condition, and our boys had all regained 
their health and were happy and contented, and entered into all kinds 
of enjoyment — dancing, theatrical plays and minstrel shows. We had 
an excellent band, that gave life to our camp. Thus time passed off 
at Memphis while we remained there. 

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THE DEITCHER VOLUNTEER 

Copyright secured. 
Composed by A. J. Robinson, 1863, Co. E, 33 Wis. Vol. Inf. 

My name is Jacob Synder, 

Und I just comed here this night 
From Mississippi from Smith's army, 

Where all the time they fights. 
It was in Janesville city 

I first heard the drum and fife, 
Und mit a chicken tail stuck in my hat 

I marched up mitout fear 
Und joined the Yankee Army, 

As a Deitcher Volunteer. 
Now when we left Janesville city 

The people all did stand. 
At the depot for to see us off 

Und shook us by the hand. 
The womans shook their handkerchiefs, 

Und bid us all good bye, 
Und the boys began to cheer us, 

Und I began to cry. 
But when I thought of the beer gardens. 

Where the Deitchers used to meet, 
To walk around with Deitch girls, 

Und sing Deitch songs und treat, 
I swallowed down two quarts of snoops 

Und a keg of lager beer, 
Und brave just like a Gineral 

Was this -Deitcher Volunteer. 
Und when we got to where the war was, 

They stood us in a row. 
For to learn us when they holler 

Which way we have to go. 
We load our guns mid nothings 

Und try to shoot them right, 
Und charge upon the rebels 
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When no rebel was in sight. 
Und I was just so proud on drill 

As no man effer vas, 
Shots mine gun more times off than all, 

None else could louder cheer, 
Und brave just like a Gineral 

Was this Deitcher Volunteer. 
One morning very early 

The rebels comed in sight, 
Und the Officers they tell us 

We must prepare to fight. 
Oh! my teeth did knock togeder, 

Und my hands they shook so bad, 
I tried to shoot my bayonet off 

I was so devilish mad. 
Und when the rebels shoot their gun off, 

The balls they come so thick, 
I think I must go somewhere, 

I was so very sick. 
Und the poys they all did laugh at me 

When I went to the rear, 
Und they stuck the bayonet somewhere 

In this Deitcher Volunteer. 
Now all you gentlemen what goes to war 

To fight mit your country's foes. 
Take my advice, prepare yourself 

The day before you goes. 
Take a couple barrels of sauer kraut, 

Mit lots of Switzer cheese, 
Und some bologna sausage, 

Und eny tings else you please; 
Und when you goes to battle 

Drink all the snoops you can. 
Get behind some big tree, 

That be some Officers' plan; 
Lower your knapsack down your back 

To cover up the rear, 
Und then you won't g'et wounded. 

Like this Deitcher Volunteer. 



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CHAPTER Vll. 
VicKSBURG Campaign 
The morning of February 7th, 18«3, we were imid tour months' pay, 
issued five days' rations, CO rounds of cartridges and a sheet of canva, 
feet by 6 feet, with buttons on one edge and stake loops on the other, 
That two sheets could be buttoned together, which we called dog 
ents These were to be our tents and shelter. Our quartermaster had 
been around and taUen an inventory of our camp. That meant there 
Is something in the wind. That afternoon, on dress parade, there w.e 
orders read to be ready to march to the city landing by 6 A. M., leav mg 
our tents and camp stand. This was not approved by some of the 
boys They did not like the idea of leaving our comfortable camp for 
some nlw regiment to occupy and enjoy, and there were a good many 
rnJ played, such as splitting the forks of the stakes that suppor ed 
he bunks burying blank cartridges in the fireplaces, or stuffing the 
Ihtmney' with Old blankets and castoff clothing; any thing that would 
be likely to give annoyance to the new occupants. _.,„.. .,„„ 

we were in line promptly at 6 o'clock the morning of the 8th, and 
wel mirched to the city landing. There we stacked our arms and 
ray^aiting our turn --a.in. o t^ boats. J- ^ [^ -: 

TatTonThe ~"ctud, 7LZ h^and the one that first brought 
barlveo on^ne ^^(l^ Illinois ,.as next, on the Queen, a 

sTe'rlXTe • oufre^lnt tL 33d Wisconsin, on the Natchez, a stern- 
wheellr and'we we^e started down the river in that order, leaving 
T Z'. Tu o'clock A M. The third day, as we neared Youngs 
pott the WWte aou'd was fired into by a masked battery from the 
rU. we answered wUh a vo^^^^^^^^^^ — r^tTceTbor th^e 
r ^:::o^:i:gr : t^rer^' our regllnt was -- and ma.^^^^ 

~rrey"hr:xr:nr:e~r^^^^^^^ 

two guns, iney naa i another shot had 

disembarked and went into camp_ ^^^^^^, 

February 13th we awoke "> 'f.^, '""^.^^/^l^",, \„a „e were wading 
with water from the river e;«;y"^^^f ^^^J^'^'Q^'I' t„e nautical song 
out to higher ground and the ^^H^^''^^^^^;,, , ,,ate,. Twain, 
:LTet,rb:tU"' „^.;s\ramusing to see how cheerful the 



boys took their wetting. The country is a flat level and protected by a 
levee, a bank of earth thrown up along the bank of the river. This 
had washed out or broken in many places, letting the water in. 

Grant was concentrating his army here and some had already gone 
below Grand Gulf, on this side of the river. Troops were moving south 
every day. We were in sound of the gunboats' fire on Vicksburg. There 
was a large lot of army stores here, which we were guarding, unloading 
from boats every day, and wagon trains were loaded and sent down 
below Vicksburg. There was a deserter came to our camp the 17th and 
reported that there was a rebel camp up the river about 30 miles, near 
the mouth of White River, where they had a small steamboat and two 
barges that they were crossing men to the east side with; that their 
camp was secreted on a bayou entering the White River, a camp of 500 
men, commanded by Colonel Gurley. 

We had received orders to be ready to march at 10 o'clock, issued 
five days' rations, 40 rounds of cartridges and light camp outfit, two 
wagons loaded with picks and shovels and were marched up the river 
twenty miles, where we apparently go into camp, but only until dark- 
ness, when our regiment was divided into two troops. Companies K and 
I were sent up the river to the mouth of White River ; the balance of the 
regiment was marched west in the cypress swamp over a corduroy road. 
We moved with great caution. I must here state that our picks and shov- 
els were unloaded at the river, where they were put in array as if we 
were to work on the levee, ostensibly for a blind, to lead the rebels, if 
any were spying our movements, to think our purpose was to repair 
the levee. 

We were moving with great caution, probably having gone twelve 
miles, when we came to a halt, and there one company was detached, 
turning their ponchos wrong side out over their shoulders. They 
marched on and we heard them halted by the enemy's picket. The rebel 
who had come to our camp was dressed in rebel uniform and was sent 
up, announcing a friend with the countersign. He relieved the picket and 
told him that they are on the march to cross the river. This ruse 
was followed up until we relieved all their sentinels and we stationed 
our pickets and disarmed the rebels. Then we marched in on their camp 
and took them totally by surprise without firing a gun. We found their 
guns stacked and took possession of them before we aroused them. The 
jig was up. We had captured 400 prisoners, with their entire camp out- 
fit and we guarded them in their own camp until daybreak, when we 
burned everything that would burn — the two scows and steamboat — and 
marched out to where we had formed our camp and were back in Milican 
Bend February 20th in our old camp. The Johnnies were sent up the 
river the next day. They wanted a boat ride, and they got one. They 

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liad been ferrying troops across the river to the east side at night and 
secreted their boat during the daytime. This had been the source of 
reinforcements to Pemberton for some time. 

We remained at Milican Bend guarding the army stores until the 
28th of March, That afternoon we were ordered to embark on a boat 
and with two of the marine boats were sent up the Yazoo River after 
dark. The fleet ran the blockade that night and the sky was red with 
shell from our mortar fleet, and the rebel batteries were pouring their 
shot into our fleet. Our motive was to blow out the blockade in the Ya- 
zoo River while the fleet passed Vicksburg, but it was found impractica- 
ble, as the rebels had it covered in range of four of their siege guns and 
were on the alert, and commenced shelling us before we could reach 
the blockade. They had spies out all along the river. 

We returned to Milican Bend and were in our old camp again. The 
river was very high and the Yazoo was flooding the whole country 
on its north bank, which is nearly all cypress swamp. The mortar fleet 
was firing shell into Vicksburg every night. It made a beautiful sight 
as the fuse twirled with the revolution of the shell, but they must have 
created sad havoc in the city, and it made me shudder with horror for 
the poor people who were within their range. War is cruel! war is 
inhuman. 



CHAPTER VIII. 

April 7th, 1863. We have received orders to marcn at 7 A. M.; do 
not know what is up, but probably will by night. We are issued three 
days' rations and the usual 40 rounds of cartridges. Our equipment is 
always light now, and we carry our entire stock with us, consisting 
of roll of blankets, dog tent, canteen, haversack^ gun and cartridge box; 
the whole outfit weighs about 22 pounds. We have cast off our knapsack 
and all surplus clothing. A change of shirt, socks and underwear we 
carry in our roll of blankets, which is tied together at the ends and 
worn across our shoulder. Our cooking utensils are a tin plate, cup, 
bayonet and ramrod of our gun, which we use to broil our bacon and 
hold our cup of coffee over the fire. We were not long in learning to 
adhere to Sergeant Cook's advice on our first march out from Memphis, 
to throw away everything unnecessary and lighten our burden; also 
wear the army "stogy." We are embarking on the luca and going up 
the Yazoo again. There are eight boats loaded with our division and 
the 1st Missouri, Battery M. We are nearing the blockade and the rebs 
have opened fire with solid shot and shell from their siege guns. We 
land on the north bank of the river. The Esic, one of our ironclad gun- 

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boats, is engaging the rebel battery and also firing on the blockade to 
break it. It is composed of rafts of logs, strongly chained together, 
and we fear there are mines laid. The shell and solid shot from the 
rebel batteries are shrieking over our heads as we disembark, but they 
have overreached their mark and have done no damage thus far. The 
transports are backing down the river out of range as fast as they are 
unloaded. We are marching through the swamp northeast; are in 
water sometimes up to our thighs. The rebel batteries seem to direct 
their fire mostly on the Esic. It is nearly dark, and we are still moving 
on in the swamp through dense cypress trees. 

We have reached high ground and have entered camp. Our battery 
was not unloaded and has gone down the river; none but infantry, two 
brigades. We get our supper and are put to work making a road to the 
river, cutting small trees and laying corduroy. We work in reliefs of 
200 men all through the night; are making good progress, but the boys 
are badly fatigued at daybreak; but still the work goes on. 

April 11. The sapper and miner corps have mined the blockade and 
blown it out today, opening the river, but the gunboats cannot go up 
any further. They have to back dov/n, as the river is too narrow for 
them to turn. We are continuing our road on up the north bank and 
are out of range of the rebel batteries. There are other troops coming 
up today and our batteries have come to the camp. We are about 
twelve miles above the mouth of the river and have thrown a pontoon 
across and are crossing today, the 14th; are on dry land again, in heavy 
timber. We are still building road, southeast now, toward Jackson, 
Mississippi. There are a good many of the boys having chills and fever. 

We have not seen a farm or a living being except our own force for 
nine days, but can hear the bark of dogs this morning, April 17th. 

Have struck civilization again today; have camped at a plantation 
twenty miles east of Vicksburg on a road leading to Jackson; have a 
strong picket line out and have had some dispute with some of Pember- 
ton's cavalry this morning. We are holding them back while the other 
troops are working on the road repairing back through the swamps and 
helping our train of wagons through. Our force is getting stronger 
every day — more troops coming up and two more field batteries. We 
can hear the cannon to the south of us today, May 15th, at Champion 
Hills, and a courier has brought the news that Grant is driving Pem- 
berton into Black River and we are ordered to advance toward that 
point. The cannon are booming louder every hour. We are nearing 
Black River and have a connected line surrounding Pemberton, who 
has crossed the river today, May 17th, and has burned the ])ridge after 
him. 

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May 19th. There are two pontoon bridges thrown across the river 
and troops are crossing' as rapidly as they can and marching on to 
Vicksburg. We are guarding the ford and bridge. The railroad bridge 
is still burning this morning, the 20th. We hear the siege guns booming 
at Vicksburg. We are about eight miles east, and still on the east side 
of Black River, guarding the ford. The cavalry came in today, "Pap" 
Thomas commanding. 

They had followed Joe Johnson's retreat from Jackson and kept him 
on the run to the Alabama line, where they made a stand and were too 
much for him. They came back through Jackson and burned the bridge 
across the Pearl River; tore up the railroad for miles. They have 
relieved us and we are moving across the river and are building a fort 
commanding the ford of Black River and have placed four big siege 
guns. Grant has made a charge on the works at Vicksburg, the 22d, 
and was repulsed with heavy loss. We could hear the roar of the artil- 
lery here. Another division of troops crossed the river today, May 24th, 
and have moved on to Vicksburg. They came from Grand Gulf and 
report the fleet has come up the river from New Orleans. 

We are having but little fear here as long as "Pap" Thomas is on 
the east side and Grant at Vicksburg. We are pretty well protected 
for the present; but it is rumored that Joe Johnson is moving back 
towards Jackson and is reinforced by Hood's army and we are strength- 
ing our works every day and placing more siege guns. The east side 
of the river is a low, flat country, heavily timbered, and where we are 
stationed is high, rough, clay hills, and when it rains, as it has been 
for several days, it is very muddy and disagreeable working, as we are 
doing every day, extending our rifle pits. 

Today, the 28th, I am on picket duty at the pontoon bridge. 
Three families of negroes came, with their whole belongings in 
pack, eighteen in number, big and little, and wanted to cross and go 
to "Massa" Grant, but we have strict orders to allow no contrabands to 
cross; no one but those with tne proper password or countersign can 
across the river. 

Another division came in today, the 29th, and has gone into camp 
here. We have orders to move to the front and are moving to the left 
flank of our lines, and have camped in a ravine about one mile from 
the Mississippi River. Minnie balls are whistling all around us, and 
every little while a shell bursts and the fragments go "chipering" in 
every direction. There is constant musketry fire. We are assigned a 
position in the line of pits right opposite a large fort and to the left of 
one of our heavy field batteries of six guns. 

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Today, the 30th, we are in the rifle pits. Brother Hiram was taken 
with fever last night and sent to the field hospital, which caused me 
much anxiety. I am as tough as a pine knot, and have not been sick 
a day since I enlisted. Our pits are about 800 yards from the enemy, but 
in range of our Enfield rifle, and we make the dirt fly every shot. We 
are digging the laterals out and advance a little every night and throw 
up new rifle pits. There are two six-hour reliefs; one-third of the regi- 
ment at a time in the front line, the same as on picket duty, though 
we are on six hours instead of two. The night shift is in the least 
danger, as the firing ceases at dark generally, unless there is a night 
charge. 



CHAPTER IX. 

June 7th. I have got a permit to visit Hiram today at the hospital. 
I find him improving'. Dr. Whiting says he will bring him around in a 
day or two. He has malarial fever. I am on night shift, went on at 
7 P. M. Our reliefs are arranged so as to change at dark, to avoid 
danger of exposure to the rebel fire. About 11 o'clock we advance across 
a ravine and throw up new pits. We are working lively. The rebs fired 
a volley at us, but their shots went wild. 

We make baskets that are filled with earth and rolled on ahead of 
us as we dig our laterals, and as we draw closer to their works we are 
more cautious. There were two of Co. B wounded in our advance last 
night. We never know the casualties until our relief comes. 

June 14th. The whole regiment is ordered out tonight to take the 
pits. There is something out of the usual going to happen tonight; we 
have been issued 60 rounds of cartridges; are in the pits by 7 P. M.; 
the batteries are playing lively all around our lines; also the mortar 
fleet is more active and are sending shell lively; there is a constant 
rattle of musketry to our right; we are ordered out of our pits about 
10 o'clock and charge about 200 yards to the crest of a hill in our front 
and there is a line of men with pick and spade set to work on another 
line of pits, while we lay in front of them guarding the work. At the 
time we made our charge there was a heavy roll of sound to our right 
and a perfect hum of musketry. We did not know what had happened 
until morning, when we learned there had been a mine touched off and 
one of the rebel forts blown up; a charge into the rebel lines, but 
unsuccessful and a heavy loss of life. This was the third unsuccessful 
charge made to enter their works and Gen. Grant has concluded to 
continue the siege and starve them out. Smoke wont work. We are 

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now within 400 yards of one of their strongest forts, and the muzzles 
of their big guns look ugly to us. They have tried our line with 
shrapnel today, but have done no harm, except to knock some of our 
baskets out and throwing the dirt over us in our pits. We laid low 
until they spent their ammunition to their content and have ceased 
their fire, and then if there is a hat raised above the works there will 
be a hundred shots strike pretty close thereabouts. 

June 23d. We have wormed up pretty close to the Johnnies and can 
talk to them, but both sides have to be very cautious how they show 
themselves. Both sides are getting to be expert shots. Sometimes the 
boys put their hats on their ramrods and hold them above the works 
and they are usually pierced with a dozen bullets. There have been 
four killed today, two of Co. K, one in Co. C and one in Co. B. There 
are some wounded nearly every day. If we stay down in our pits there 
is but little danger, but some get careless and they are the ones to 
suffer. We are digging a tunnel to the fort in our front and have it 
nearly finished, but have suspended work for two days; do not know 
why, but we obey orders when it comes from headquarters. 

June 28th. Gen. Grant was reviewing our works this morning and 
inspecting the line. He was dressed in an old slouch hat, common blouse 
and pants tucked in his bootlegs, with spurs, and the usual cigar, the 
only marks to identify him from the common soldier, and he certainly 
knew how to duck his head when a ball passed too close. There were 
five other officers with him. None of them carried their swords and 
were all dressed in common fatigue uniform. 

Last night three of our boys met three of the rebs halfway between 
our lines and exchanged coffee for tobacco. They sat and chatted for 
half an hour, and it is a usual occurrence to hear tne following dialogue 
between the Johnnies and our boys: "Say, Yank; when you-all goin' 
to move into Vicksburg, hey?" "Well, Johnny, when you have eaten your 
last mule and dog we expect to come over; see?" "But we have got 
lots of 'em yet. Say, Yank; you got any coffee to swap? Give you 
pound of tobacco for cup of coffee. What you say?" "All right, bring it 
over, Johnny. I'll meet you half way." 'All right; here I come. Don't 
you shoot." "We wont. Come on; I am with you." These conversations 
are an every evening occurrence since we have been so close to their 
works, between 7 P. M. and 9 P. M., and there is no firing on the lines, 
and when there is an order on either side to commence firing we hail 
them with, "Johnny, look out, for we are going to shoot!" and they do 
the same to us. 

July 1st, 1863. There is an armistice today. Pemberton and Grant 
are negotiating terms of surrender and there is a lot of the boys sitting 

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out on the works on both sides, talking over the terms that will be 
agreed to. The rebel band is playing "Dixie," while our's is playing 
"Columbia," and they both join in "America," and the air is rent with 
cheers. Then our band strikes out with "The Girl I Left Behind Me,"' 
and the rebs with "The Girl That Wears the Palmetto Hat." Every- 
thing passes harmoniously. At 4 o'clock P. M. hostilities are begun 
and the word is passed, "Look out, Johnny, we are ordered to shoot," 
and all dive for their holes. There is a regular roar of artillery all 
around the lines and the mortar fleet keeps the air full of shells. 

July 3d, 1863. There are white flags placed all along the rebel works 
this morning; firing has ceased and there appears to be a perfect gloom 
on the rebel side. None of the boys show themselves. Grant and Pem- 
berton are out under a big live oak tree between the lines conferring. 

A good many of our boys are at work washing and cleaning up; say 
they are going to a play in Vicksburg, and some have even shaved and 
blacked their shoes for the occasion. Captain Swift has just appeared 
and announced: "Boys, we are going to march into Vicksburg tomor- 
row at 10 A. M. Hip, hip, hurrah!" and there is a rousing cheer all 
around the line. Brother Hiram came back to the company this morn- 
ing. He has been very sick, and it shows on him yet. The doctor gave 
him permission to visit the company, but he must report to the hospital 
steward every morning for a time. 

The boys are all very cheerful and many a joke and prank are passed. 
Jimmy Tierney is taking a nap with his head on a chunk of wood, under 
a big' pine tree. He is a quaint, little Irishman, and the boys like to 
torment him. Several have thrown pine burrs at him and awakened him. 
He raises up on his elbow and rails out, "Ye bloody spalpeens, can't ye 
let an honest man rest a minute? There isn't a man of ye got any 
raisin'. If ye would mind yer own business, as I do mine, ye would be 
better men thin ye are." 

July 4th dawns gloriously and we are called together by the reveille 
and lined up for roll call, the first time for over sixty days. The roll 
has been called for the past month, the orderly sergeant groping his 
way through the pits hunting up the men as they were on their posts. 
Now there is no fear of a deadly bullet or shell. There are five of our 
company who have answered their last roll call at Vicksburg, and 
eleven are laying at the hospital with fair hopes of recovery. 

At 10 o'clock we are in line, with our best appearance under the cir- 
cumstances, as we are somewhat ragged and tattered by the long siege, 
but our old musket is as bright as a dollar. "Haven't seen one for so 
long we don't know whether they are bright or green." 

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The rebs are marching' outside their lines and stacking their guns 
and drooping their colors over the center stack of each battalion, leav- 
ing them and marching back inside of their works. There is a salute 
fired by our artillery all around the works and also by our fleet. We are 
marched into Vicksburg by merry music and cheers from the lusty 
throats of the boys. It is a glorious celebration of old Independence Day 
and one that every participant will ever remember. 

We have stacked our arms by 12 o'clock and are preparing our din- 
ner. The Johnnies are mingling with us and we invite them to i)ar- 
take with us. Nearly all of them accept our hospitality. There are 
some few who hold out stubborn and sullen. 



CHAPTER X. 

Jackson, Mississippi Campaign 
We remain at Vicksburg until the morning of the 7th of July, when 
we are ordered to march, issued 60 rounds of cartridges and five days' 
rations. We cross Black River and are marching toward Jackson, 
camping the first night about five miles east of the river and near 
Champion Hills. Near our camp is where Pemberton made his last 
stand before crossing the river, and there is a trench where the dead 
were buried, and the heavy rains have washed gullies and exposed the 
dead. It is a horrid sight. The buzzard and raven have been at work 
on the bodies exposed. We have men out reburying or covering those 
that are exposed to view. It is a gruesome task and makes a chill of 
horror run through me. 

July 9th, 1863. Our cavalry had a skirmish with Johnson yesterday 
evening and this morning they are at it again. We are advancing in 
line of battle and to our left there has been some hard fighting. Our 
brigade is on the extreme right of the line and have not been engaged 
yet, but our battery, 1st Missouri, are engaging a rebel battery, and we 
lay in their support, looking for something every moment. The rebel 
line is on the crest of Champion Hill and are in an open field; the center 
of our lines is also in an. open field. We on the extreme right are 
sheltered by timber and are on higher ground, but we lay where 
we can see their whole line, and our battery is raking their lines. 
They have moved up another battery and are placing it a few 
yards to the left of the one our guns have been playing on. General 
McPherson rode up to Colonel Pue, who has command of our brigade, 
and said: "Colonel, take your brigade and charge that battery." 
We are marched down to our right about 400 yards, under cover of 
the neck of timber where we are within about 600 yards of their guns. 

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We are commanded, "Left flank, charge, double quick!" In fifteen 
minutes after McPherson's command we had the battery and our 
battery boys had their guns trained on the rebel line in retreat. We 
had captured four guns, but they had run off with their caisson. 
That was the finish of the second battle of Champion Hill. Johnson is 
on a hurried retreat to Jackson and we are in hot pursuit. 

We are camped the night of the 10th three miles north of Jackson. 

Sunday morning, July 11th, we are awakened by the orderly sergeant 
with a shake of the shoulder of each man and ordered to fall in line at 
3 o'clock A, M. Our movement is very cautious and we are marching 
around to the south of Jackson. Just at daybreak we reach the Mobile 
& Ohio railroad track, when we are ordered to drop our guns and seize 
a tie and turn the track over for several lengths of our regiment. Then 
we are marched to the extreme right and took our position close to 
Pearl River in dense timber, our regiment at the river. 

We are supposed to have Johnson's army corraled by a strong line 
surrounding Jackson. 

Time passed quietly until about 10 o'clock, when our batteries 
opened up all around our line. The rebel batteries answered, and while 
they were booming our infantry were forming for a charge. Our regi- 
ment was held in reserve of our brigade. The 3d Iowa, 44th Illinois 
and 41st Missouri were ordered to charge. They had about 200 yards 
of timber before they came to open field. We advanced in their rear in 
support and are halted at the edge of the timber, when the three regi- 
ments are ordered on the double quick. The rebels hold their fire until 
they are within fifty yards of their works, when they open with a volley 
of musketry and their battery with grape and canister, mowing our 
boys down in a terrible slaughter. The 3d Iowa has charged up to 
their fort and placed their flag on the fort, when they are repulsed and 
turn and retreat to our line, leaving three hundred of our boys dead on 
the fleld. 

There had been a misunderstanding of orders. The charge was not 
to have been until 4 o'clock P. M., and was to have been all around the 
lines in concert, and our poor boys had to suffer for the blunder of a few 
men with shoulder straps and minus brains. This act had frustrated 
McPherson's plans for the day and caused a general quarrel among the 
offlcers at headquarters. 

We lay in line until Monday morning, the 12th. Johnson had evac- 
uated Jackson during the night and had moved out every gun. He had 
prepared for the retreat long before our attack and had kept the railroad 
busy shipping out army stores; had cut and built a road through the 
Pearl River swamp east of the city and had the river bridged with 

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pontoons, which he had cut loose after crossing with his army. The 
quarrel between our own officers had given him the opportunity to get 
away without loss. We buried our poor boys Monday morning and 
marched into Jackson about 10 o'clock A. M., and returned to Vicks- 
burg, where we arrived July 15th. When we marched into Jack- 
son we passed a place that had a terraced lawn where there was a group 
of women jeering the boys as they passed, and one of them stood on 
the terrace and beckoned to the boys to come up and talk. Charles 
Stokes, of our company, had taken the dare and went up to see what 
she wanted. He had no sooner got in reach than the woman threw her 
skirt over his head and gathered it tight around his throat and hailed 
the other girls to come and help choke a Yankee. 

The morning of July 16th, 1863, we are embarked on boat bound for 
Natchez, Miss., arriving on the 18th, disembarked and marched up 
through the city to the north suburbs, where we camp close to the river 
and also close to a deep canyon which encircles the city. The upper 
city is elevated about sixty feet above the river or lower part of the 
city, which are distinguished as Lower and Upper Natchez. Upper 
Natchez is a beautiful place, mostly residences, churches and schools, 
and is inhabited by wealthy planters of Mississippi. 

We remain at Natchez and send out scouts through the country to 
gather in cotton belonging to the Confederate government, which is 
confiscated and shipped down the river to New Orleans, there com- 
pressed and shipped by ocean steamers east, where our Uncle Sam 
makes good use of it. 

CHAPTER XL 

Arkansas and Missouri Campaign 

We remain at Natchez until the 1st of September, when we are 
embarked on boat and sent up the river to the White River, and up 
that stream to Duval Bluffs, Arkansas, where we arrive the 4th of Sep- 
tember, 1863. We disembark and are camped until September 9th 
awaiting our commissary supplies, which are very essential to the 
soldier, especially when in close proximity to the enemy, which we were 
assured to be the case, as Price's army are traversing the country on 
his raid through Arkansas and Missouri, and we are sent to tickle his 
rear and harrass him as much as possible through his march. 

The morning of September 10th we began our march, and on the 11th 
we have an engagement with Price's rear guard. They have struck 
the Iron Mountain pike and hold the right of way, while we have 
to take to the swamps and keep out of his reach as much as possible, 

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striking whenever we have an opportunity to cause him any delay. 
Our purpose is only to delay his progress, so that our force can reach 
the city of St. Louis ahead of him. Our first engagement is near Little 
Rock, Arkansas, where we strike his rear. In this fight our major has 
his horse shot and is left on foot. He is a jovial fellow and liked by all 
the boys. 

The second day, Ira Howard, of our company, captured a mule, which 
he found gentle, and rode into camp and up to the major's quarters 
and presented him to the major. The next day the major was riding 
mister mule with great pomp and met with a lusty cheer from the boys 
throughout the whole regiment. 

Our route is through heavy timber and swamp, as Price monopo- 
lized the pikes. Our custom is to take a short rest at noon and make 
our coffee, broil our bacon, eat our dinner and rest for an hour. The 
major had finished his dinner and rode his mule back to where our 
company lay; had dismounted and sat down by a large tree for a rest 
and a social chat with the boys. He had been seated but a few min- 
utes when he felt something warming his lower extremities, and, with 
a bound, he reached his mule and mounted. Then the fun began; the 
mule was likewise active and commenced to pitch and kick, and the 
major was thrown to the ground. Everybody got busy. The major had 
stirred up an enemy that was making the place too warm for any of 
us; he had sat down on a yellow jacket's nest, and there were some 
remarks made that I will refrain from mentioning in this narrative. 

We were nineteen days making our way through to Cape Guiardo. 
Missouri, where we took boat up the river to Jefferson City, Missouri, 
where we disembarked the 24th of September; camped over until the 
next morning. 

September 25th, 1863, we were again following in Price's rear. He 
had preceded our force several days and had torn up the railroad from 
a few miles west of St. Louis to Jefferson City; had burned all the 
bridges on his route. Gen. Steele was in hot pursuit and had overtaken 
him at the Big Blue River near the Kansas line, where he captured 
nearly all of his artillery and 1400 prisoners. 

Our command went as far as California, a small place about sixty 
miles west of Jefferson City, where we were halted and were put to 
work repairing the railroad back to Jefferson City. 

When Steele arrived with his prisoners October 11th, they were 
placed in our charge and were loaded into box cars with our regiment 
as guard, forty men in a car, with the car doors open six inches and 
locked with chains to give that space for air. Our guards were placed 
on top of the cars. 

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October 12th we start with the prisoners for Jefferson City, arriving 
the 13th. During the night of the 12th it had turned cold and a light 
snow had fallen, making it very cold and the toi)s of the cars very 
slippery, and we had to clinch the narrow footboard in the center to 
keep from slipping off the tops of the cars. Our progress was very 
slow, as the road was in a very bad condition, and we were all night 
making the distance of sixty-seven miles to Jefferson City. We suffered 
extremely with cold. The 13th we transferred our prisoners to the 
boats and went down the river to Herman, Mo., where we disembarked 
and again took the railroad to St. Louis, which had been repaired to 
that place, about sixty miles out from St. Louis. 

At Herman, one of the prisoners, a spy, was shot on a high bluff over- 
looking the city and river. This prisoner was one of Marmaduke's 
band of gorillas and was a desperate man. He had jumped from the 
boat twice into the river and attempted to escape; was handcuffed and 
chained when he made the effort. We also had Gen. Marmaduke and Gen. 
Cahill among the prisoners. At Herman we were loaded on open flatcars 
and the guards were mingled with the prisoners. We arrived at St. 
Louis the morning of October 17th, were disembarked and marched 
through the city to the Schofield barracks, where we turned over our 
prisoners and were marched out to Benton barracks, where we remained 
until November 23d. Here we had good quarters and were paid and 
issued new uniforms, lived high, as long as our money lasted, and were 
given freedom to visit the city as long as we behaved properly. Some 
of the boys were given furloughs and visited their homes. This ends 
our campaign after Price. While at St. Louis we had the opportunity 
to vote for President, and a good half of the regiment used the first 
right to vote at the election of November 5th, 1863. Abraham Lincoln 
and Andrew Johnson were the Republican candidates. Gen. George B. 
McClellan was the Democratic choice. Our regiment was about equally 
divided and there were some hot political arguments among the boys. 

The time passed very pleasantly while in St. Louis, and we had no 
arduous duties to perform — nothing but ordinary camp duty. Our stay 
was a necessary rest after our long march through Arkansas and Mis- 
souri of nearly 400 miles on half rations and through a desolate swamp 
and wilderness. 



CHAPTER XIL 

Siege at Nashville, Tennessee 
November 23d, 1863, we embark on boat and are sent down the Mis- 
sissippi River to the Ohio River, up the Ohio to the Cumberland River 
to Nashville, Tenn., where we disembark and are marched through the 

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city to the extreme right of our lines, where we enter camp December 
2d, and are put to work building fortifications. A few days thereafter 
Gen. Hood had us under siege. 

On December 15th our division is massed in solid column at the cen- 
ter of our lines in a clear, open field, and in plain sight of the enemy. 
At 3 o'clock P. M. we move forward on Hood's center under a heavy fire 
of his artillery. We charge and break his line, routing them, they giving 
way and retreating to the Franklin pike, where they have taken cover 
of a stone fence, where they rally and hold their ground until the fol- 
lowing morning, the IGth. We charge them in their stronghold between 
the two stone walls, completely routing them and taking 400 prisoners. 
Then commenced the running fight, they on the retreat to Franklin, 
Tenn. Two companies of our regiment. Companies E and H, were sent 
back to Nashville with the prisoners, where we corral them in a stone 
quarry for several days, until the 19th, when we were drowned out 
by heavy rain that flooded the quarry and we had to move to the Zoli- 
coffer House, a large hotel, which we turned into a prison. 

On December 20th, 1863, we are relieved by new troops, 100-day men, 
and are sent back to our regiment at Eastport, Miss., on the Tennessee 
River, arriving on the 23d, where we remained for Christmas and until 
the 2d of January, 1864, awaiting boats of commissary stores. 

At Eastport we are put on quarter rations and are compelled to live 
on parched corn, and even had to steal the corn from the mules when 
they were fed. The country had been stripped of everything by both 
armies for two years and there was no forage. On January 1st two boats 
came up the river with supplies. They were greeted with cheers and 
were soon unloaded. Many a cracker box was smuggled into camp 
before they reached the quartermaster's tents. 

The 2d our wagons were loaded and we start on the march again 
for Moscow by way of LaGrange. At Moscow we enter camp and remain 
until February 17th, when we return to Eastport and embark on boat, 
move down the Tennessee River, Ohio, Mississippi, to the mouth of Red 
River, which stream we ascend to Yellow Bayou, in Louisiana, where 
we disembark March 12. On the 13th we advance on Fort Deruca from 
the rear, while our fleet attacks the river front. We make a concerted 
attack and charge into the works, where we remain for two days, when 
we blow up the magazine and fort and again take the boats for Alex- 
andria, La., where we disembark on the east side of the river the morn- 
ing of March 17th. We are on the opposite side of the river from Alex- 
andria and are scouting the country for a radius of twenty miles, on 
the lookout for Gen. Taylor's force. Have several skirmishes with 
gorilla bands in sympathy with the South, in reality bands of cutthroats 

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and robbers. We remain here until the 2Gth of March, when we are 
again embarked on boat and go up to Bayou Cotila. where we remain 
until April 2d, scouting the east bank of the river and surrounding 
country. We are living high; the country is rich-plenty of chicken 
duck, geese and cashaw, a hard-shell squasn which equals the Hubbard 
in flavor and is g'rown in the cornfields. There is also a field bean 
that is grown in the corn that is also a great relish with us; they are 
called field peas by the natives. 

The wealthy planters through Louisiana are French, and to protect 
their property they have up the French flag, but the boys are capable 
of getting away with what they want. 

On April 2d we are sent up the river to Grand Ecor, from which 
point we are sent out upon a scout to Campti, and on our return we are 
embarked on boat April 5th to guard the fleet of supplies up the river, 
arriving at Loggey Bayou the 9th, where we were disembarked to 
remove the blockade. A large boat had been sunk squarely across the 
river and filled with brick and stone. Here we were busily engaged in 
removing the obstruction when a courier came and informed our colonel 
of Banks' defeat at Sabin Crossroads. We are hastily embarked on our 
boat and backed down the bayou and river a. distance of about six 
miles before we could turn with our prow down the stream as the 
stream was too narrow to admit of turning. We also barricaded our 
boat with bales of cotton for breastworks, expecting the enemy to make 
an attack and try to cut us off and capture our fleet. 

On April 12th we are attacked by Gen. Green with a force of 2,000 
rebel cavalry when at Pleasant Hill Landing. They make a desperate 
charge to the river bank and several of their men plunge their horses 
into the river, swimming to our monitor and board it, but they were 
mistaken in their undertaking and were shot down on the deck. We 
had held our fire until they were at the water's edge, when we poured 
in our volley, and the four guns, 12-pounders, on our boats fired forth 
their grape-shot, killing Gen. Green and several hundred of his men, 
besides many wounded. 

They retreat, leaving their dead and wounded on the fie^d. Our boats 
steam down the river as fast as possible, fearing another attack, as they 
were reforming in the distant timber for another charge. Our Monitor 
remains and shells them until our fleet gets under way. Our regiment 
was the only troop in escort of the fleet, with 1st Missouri Battery M 
We continued our course down the river to the rapids, where the fleet 
had to remain until there was a dam built to raise the water before 
they could pass over the shoals, as the river was very low. 

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Our regiment is sent back to our brigade and takes position in the 
center of our lines in an open sugar field, newly planted and where the 
cane was just piercing through the ground. 

Here I will endeavor to give the reader a description of a sugar 
plantation. Our camp was on one of the largest in Louisiana, Governor 
Moore's plantation. The field that we occupy is perfectly level and 
there are two hundred acres. The seed used is the stalk, two or three 
joints laid in a furrow and covered with a plow. The rows are six foot 
apart in drill with a continuous layer of the stalk, which puts out a 
sprout at each joint. This cane where it puts forth its sprout is very 
sweet and the boys had dug out nearly the entire field and ate it. The 
cultivation is similar to that of cotton. When the cane is mature it is 
stripped by a wood cleaver in the hand of slaves by a stroke down either 
side of the stalk, when it is allowed to stand two weeks. Then it is 
topped and cut and loaded into carts, drawn by a single mule to the 
crusher; a set of three rollers, which are of wood and are adjusted in 
a wooden frame with wooden cogs mortised in the upper ends of the 
rollers, with one of the rollers projecting above, mortised into a large 
sweep that is made by selecting a tree of proper crook to extend down, 
forming an arch. This gives space for the negro to feed the cane in 
the rollers to extract the sap, which runs through a trough to the evap- 
orator pans over the furnace. The crusher is turned by a span of mules 
hitched to the sweep which I have described. This machinery is all 
of old, ancient and crude form, made by the slaves. The sugar house is 
a building 40x60 feet and stands on descending ground, with the fur- 
nace of masonry through the center and evaporating pans six feet wide, 
forty long, partitioned in several divisions. On either side are corru- 
g'ated floors, inclined to the pans. On the floors are barrels in which the 
sugar is dipped as it crystallizes, the barrels being perforated to drain 
back the syrup to the pans. This process is continued until the barrels 
are filled with crystallized sugar, when they are closed and shipped 
to New Orleans for refining. At the time of our camping there were 
fifty barrels of sugar standing on the drips and the pans were full of 
syrup, the winter's work which our campaign had stopped. The boys 
had nearly exhausted the entire stock and the place was in a pretty 
mess. Our regiment lay about 400 yards from the sugar house and 
there was a constant stream going and coming from the house. One 
morning Sergeant Quigley had been to the house and in reaching to dip 
sugar out of a barrel had slipped and fell into the pans of syrup. ±i3 
was making his way back to the regiment when the boys spied his con 
dition. Orval Rhodes made a run for him, dipping his fingers in a rake 
up his back, stop and lick them off, then he would run up and make 

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another dip, and this comical maneuver made others of the company 
follow his example, causing a shout from the whole command. Quiglcy 
was called from that time on "Sweet Quigley." 

We remain in camp here until the fleet is floated over the rapids; 
are under the fire of the enemy every day; have thrown up pits and are 
quite well shielded, but some i)Oor boy is taken off each day. 



CHAPTER XIII. 

April 18th, 1864, we are on the retreat from Alexandria and are rear 
guard; are under fire of the rebel cavalry, our regiment being deployo.l 
as skirmishers through the day. The 23d we are engaged by Taylor's 
whole army at Cane River by a flank movement on our right at 3 P. M., 
when they attempt to cut our line. We are reenforced during the night 
and the morning of the 24th we rout them and continue our retreat lo 
Bayou Chafalia, or Yellow Bayou, where they again attack us in force 
while Banks is crossing the bridge formed with river steamers anchored 
and chained together, forming a pontoon. Here our division are alone 
as Banks has crossed with his entire force, leaving Smith to fight his 
way out or be taken prisoner. Fortunately we repulse them and cross 
the bayou just at dark under cover of the Esic's guns. We camp on 
the east side of the bayou. The morning of April 26th we are embarked 
on boats for New Orleans, passing down below the city, landing at 
Chalemet, the old Jackson battlefield of 1815. We remained here until 
the 10th of March, 1865, when we march through the city to Lake Pon- 
chetram and are embarked on boats for Dolphin Island. The lake is 
very rough and we are beached and have to wade out through water 
breast deep, the swells washing over us. 

We are camped in a cypress swamp over night, re-embarking the 
12th, reaching Dolphin Island the 14th; disembark under fire of a 
rebel fort on the east side of Mobile Bay. 

Dolphin Island is midway between the mainland of the east and west 
sides of the bay at the entrance and is a barren sandbar in the mouth of 
the bay. Here we are camped until the 20th, the rebel batteries shell- 
ing us from the mainland on both sides of the bay. When the tides 
are out we wade out to oyster beds and gather oysters. 

On the 20th we embark and sail east to the mouth of Black River 
near the Florida shores, go up the river forty miles, where we disem- 
bark and march through a dense pine forest to the rear of Spanish 
Fort, opposite Mobile, forming a line around the fort the 27th and 
engaging the enemy. On the 28th the rebel gunboats got range of our 

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lines and sent in shell thick and destructive, one shell killing nine men 
in Company B. 

We moved our camp out of their range. In this Camp Aide Swift 
was shot through the neck and was taken off the field, supposed to be 
dead, but revived when prepared for burial and was taken to the hos- 
pital. He recovered, returning to the company at Vicksburg the day 
we were mustered out of the service, a much alive boy and a great 
surprise to his brother. Captain P. H. Swift, as well as the entire 
company. His wound was a source of great benefit to him, as he was 
relieved of an impediment of speech, stuttering, of which he was en- 
tirely cured. 

We besieged the fort until the 8th of April, when we made a charge 
at midnight into their works, to find it evacuated except for a small 
line of pickets, which we took prisoners. Fort Blackly, a twin fort 
four miles up the bay, was also taken the same night. 

The 10th of April Mobile surrendered and our fleet ran the blockade 
and )chased Admiral Sims up the Tombigby River, where they had 
destroyed their fleet and taken to the woods. The 12th of April there 
was great rejoicing in our camp, as we had just heard of the capture 
of Richmond and Petersburg, Lee and Johnson on the run, with Grant 
in hot pursuit. It was with cheerful hearts and buoyant spirits we 
received orders on parade the evening of the 12th to be ready to march 
in the morning on to Montgomery, Alabama. 

The morning of the 13th of April, 1865, we were on the march to 
Montgomery, Alabama. Our route was through heavy pine forests for 
two days, when we entered an open farming country rich with forage, 
and we were living on the bounty of the land — watermelon and roasting 
ears. The third day's march a negro came to my mess and told 
me of an old planter who had secreted a lot of meats, hams and 
bacon, in his cornfield. Freeman and I, accompanied by the negro, 
went in search of the meat, which we found buried in the cornfield 
between the rows. They had dug a pit about twelve feet long and two 
feet wide and cased with boards three feet deep, which was filled with 
fine hams and side meat, packed in ashes and straw, covered with 
boards and earth, which they had cultivated over in plowing the corn. 
We were afraid that it might spoil if left there, so we helped ourselves 
with as much as we could carry and hurried back to camp, and others 
of the boys were soon on our trail and the box was soon empty. 

On the 16th of April we met some paroled prisoners on their way 
home, who gave us the first news of General Lee's surrender to General 
Grant. The air was rent with cheers, hats were thrown up, with 

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a shout from every throat, and our band strikes up with "Home, Sweet 
Home," and "The Girl I Left Behind Me." 

The following day we entered the small town of Enterprise, where 
we captured a printing office that had one side of a four-column four- 
page folder printed with rebel news and the news of Abraham Lin- 
coln's assassination. This was very sad news to us and we could 
hardly believe it to be true until it was confirmed by our own papers 
a few days later, when we arrived at Montgomery on the 23rd of April. 
We remained at Montgomery awaiting our transports with commissary 
supplies. We found the place evacuated and a general gloom over the 
citizens. We found a large quantity of Confederate paper money ai 
the courthouse there — "A promise to pay after the ratification of a 
treaty of peace"— which the boys used to gamble with, and the stakes 
were often up into the thousands. 

On the 30th our fleet arrived and we were issued new clothes, 
rations and ammunition and were ordered to be ready to march the 
morning of the 1st of May to Tuskegee, Alabama, 40 miles southwest 
of Montgomery on the Tombigby River, where we arrived the evening 
of the 3d. At Tuskegee we enter into provost duty of the city and 
patrolled the country to quiet disturbances between the planters and 
the negroes, a duty of reconstruction between the planter and their 
former slaves. I was sent out the first week 12 miles from the city 
on a duty of straightening out a difficulty with the negroes. They 
entertained the idea that they were to possess the lands of their 
former masters and were about to dispossess him, and when I 
attempted to reason with them they accused me of being an impostor 
and not "Massa Lincoln man," as they termed it, and I had to resort 
to my rifle for protection and arrest the leader and take him in to 
headquarters. We had daily calls to quiet such troubles while we 
remain at Tuskegee.. We remained at Tuskegee, Alabama, doing 
provost duty the remainder of our service. We had gained the good 
will of the citizens and were treated cordially by them. 

There were a great many of the Confederate soldiers returning to 
their homes there and they were very friendly and glad that the cruel 
war was over. We had organized an opera club, which was made up of 
both sides, Yank and Reb, and had plays every week. A great many 
of our boys were smitten by the Southern belles and I feared they 
would forget the girls they left behind in old Wisconsin. 

Time passed on, gay and festive, with social parties at the resi- 
dences nearly every day while we remained at Tuskegee. We carried 
no arms, except when on duty, and there was no sign of military strife. 
The Blue and the Gray were mingled as one common brother with a 
congenial, friendly spirit. 

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The morning of the 23d of July, 1865, we received orders to march 
to Montgomery to embark for Vicksburg, where we arrived the 31st. 
We entered camp in the city, turned over our arms and were mus- 
tered out of the service on the 9th day of August, 1865. We were paid 
and embarked for "Home, Sweet Home," on boat to Cairo, by rail 
from Cairo to Madison, Wis., where we arrived the 16th of August and 
were disbanded to go at will to our several homes. 

At Madison we were greeted by parents, wives and sweethearts 
with a joyous greeting, mingled with tears of joy and happiness. But 
there were also sad recollections brought vividly to mind. There were 
mothers draped with mourning also there to meet us, broken down 
with grief, with the question unspoken, "Where is my boy?" "Where 
did you leave my boy?" 

There had many a poor boy been left on a Southern field, with 
mothers mourning their demise, and the question was hard to answer 
and brought forth many a sympathetic tear from those who were 
fortunate to return uninjured. Brother Hiram and I reached home 
the evening of the 17th of August and took our parents completely by 
surprise, as we had not written them any news of our coming, and we 
preceded the published news, as our regiment had reached Madison 
without forewarning the state of our coming. 

.Joyous was our meeting and many a fond embrace by mother, 
overjoyed by the safe return of her two boys. There was also a 
brother and three sisters there to welcome us home and admire our 
bright blue uniforms and brass buttons. Emma, a little tot of 2 
years was most especially pleased with the bright brass buttons and 
many an amusing question was asked. That evening the whole family 
knelt around the family altar, father, mother, three brothers and 
three sisters, overjoyed with thanksgiving to the Supreme Creator who 
had spared us all to meet again. 



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/ 



THE AMERICAN FLAG 

Comi)ose(l by A. J. Robinson, Nov, 21, 1909. Portland, Oregon. 

Unfurl our banner, keep it waving. 
Ever keep it proudly waving. 
For our forefathers truly saved it 
From the trample of the foe. 
Ever keep it floating i)roudly 
Before the nations of the world, 
For it was our forefathers' symbol 
That made old England tremble 
In the days of seventy-six. 

Unfurl our banner, keep it waving 

Over the land that gave it birth. 

Let no nation dare assail it. 

From the Atlantic to the Pacific Coast, 

In the days so dark and gloomy, 

We marched forth six hundred thousand 

To protect and save its honor 

From the thraldom of its foe, 

Guard and protect its freedom evermore. 

Unfurl our banner, keep it waving, 
Keep it proudly to the breeze; 
Let it float from every flagstaff, 
Let it float from every dome; 
Throughout our broad expanse of country 
Let "Old Glory" proudly wave. 
We the boys of the past sixties 
Gallantly protected it through the past; 
Let no traitor dare insult its folds. 

Unfurl our banner, keep it waving, 
Freedom and right shall ever rule. 
We are now one united people, 
No despot dare tread on our shores. 
The example at Havana harbor, 
By the treachery of Old Spain. 
When she sank our ship in slumber. 
On a peaceful mission sent, 
Americans never forget the Maine. 

Unfurl our banner, keep it waving. 
Now. it's up to you young men 
To protect and shield its glory 
Through the strife of coming years. 
Let no despot dare insult it 
Throughout our country's broad domain. 
Keep a watchful vigilance o'er it, 
Shield and protect o'er sea and land. 
We now pass it to your strong arms. 



THE CONFEDERATE FLAG 

Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary, 
Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary; 

Furl it, fold it,— it is best; 
For there's not a man to wave it. 
And there's not a sword to save it, 
And there's not one left to lave it 
In the blood which heroes gave it, 
And its foes now scorn and brave it; 

Furl it, hide it, — let it rest! 
Take that Banner down! 'tis tattered; 
Broken is its shaft and shattered, 
And the valiant foes are scattered, 

Over whom it floated high; 
Oh, 'tis hard for us to fold it. 
Hard to think there's none to hold it, 
Hard that those who once unrolled it 
Now must furl it with a sigh! 
Furl that Banner — furl it sadly; 
Once ten thousands hailed it gladly; 
And ten thousands wildly, madly, 

Swore it should forever wave — 
Swore that foemen's swords could never 
Hearts like theirs entwined dissever. 
And that flag should float forever 

O'er their freedom or their grave! 
Furl it! For the hands that grasped it, 
And the hearts that fondly clasped it. 

Cold and dead are lying low; 
And the Banner — it is trailing, 
While around its sounds are wailing 

Of its people in their woe; 
For though conquered they adore it — 
Love the cold dead hands that bore it, 
Weep for those who fell before it, 
Pardon those who trailed and tore it; 
And oh, wildly they deplore it. 

Now to furl and fold it so! 
Furl that Banner! True, 'tis gory, 
Yet 'tis wreathed around with glory, 
And 'twill live in song and story 

Though its folds are in the dust! 
For its fame on brightest pages, 
Penned by poets and by sages. 
Shall go sounding down the ages — 

Furl its folds though now we must! 
Furl that Banner, softly, slowly; 
Treat it gently — it is holy 
For it droops above the dead; 
Touch it not — unfold it never; 
Let it droop there furled forever — 

For its people's hopes are fled. 

— Selected, Author Unknown. 



JACOB SNYDER, THE TRAMP 

A. J. Robinson, Co. E, 33 Wis. Vol. Inf. 

Mine name vos Jacob Snyder, 

By eighteen sixty-two, 
Und I goes und fight mit A. J. Smith 

So good as I can do. 
I lifed by der Visconsin state, 

Vere grows der Milwaukee beer, 
Und wood makes full timber trees, 

Und bears und porky-pine and deer; 
Dere's huckelberry bushes, too, 

Und schnow most all der year. 
Ven dose gruel war vos ober 

By eighteen sixty-five, 
I scoots me off mit Texas stade, 

Und makes me much to thrive; 
I gives dose peoples somedings else, 

As vot dey gets pefore. 
I sells them medisons and drugs, 

Und paints, und glue, and hellebore: 
Und prints von leedle newspaper, 

Besides dot doctor store. 
Und now I goes me all about. 

Comes eighteen ninety-one. 
I climbs dese Rocky Mountains 

Und sees me Voshington; 
I goes me Callervorny bye 

Und OOP dose Oregon. 
I meets much peoples everywhere 

So far I goes those roads along— 
Blendy Chickens, Rabbits, Ducks, 

Und Fishes all er long. 
Und now bes I must ouscospled 

Comes nineteen hundred and eight. 
I scoots me oud der Eastern stades— 

Mine old Visconsin home, 
Und visits mit mine kinderfolks, 

Und stay mit dem der vinter. 
I visits mit der peoples roundt, 

Und have much fun mit kinder, 
Und travels all der country roundt, 
Und sells mine leedle book. 



OUR MOTTO 

One Flag 

One Countr'^ 

One People 




Oh! Long may she wave 
Over the home of the brave, 
Over land, and sea, and ocean; 
And with honor rare 
She is received everywhere, 
By every land and nation. 

A. J. Robinson, Co. E, 33 Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry 



